I was killing time in the mall the other day, waiting for my husband to finish up coffee with a client before we could go get our taxes done nearby. Somehow, this particular mall did not have WiFi. It did, however, expect 50 bucks to park in the garage—unless you spent $10 in any store, in which case you could pay $14. This is why Americans have so much shit. I headed to Sephora.
There are plenty of things I’ve been meaning to try, practical things, such as Clinique’s Chubby in the Nude Foundation Stick (have heard it’s great), and perhaps less practical things, like this Nails Inc. Spray-on Nail Polish, because check this out! Also, I’m almost out of conditioner and will be needing a new moisturizer in the next few weeks.
Instead, this is how it all went down:
Conclusion: I am now the ambivalent owner of NARS Larger Than Life Long-Wear Eyeliner in Khao San Road, a color described online as “metallic aquamarine.” I wasn’t in the market for metallic aquamarine eyeliner. I’m not sure I have much occasion to wear metallic aquamarine eyeliner. My regular eyeliner is a pretty subtle bronzey brown called Twigged by Butter London, which I like precisely because it won’t make you look like you put on eyeliner to run to Market Basket even if that is exactly what you did.
There is nothing practical, or subtle, about this eyeliner. (And by the way, possibly worth noting I pulled this photo of Jessica Biel from a post talking about how no one wants to hire her anymore.)
But it drew smooth, with just enough pull, and was decribed as “budge-proof,” which, great, because I imagine if there’s anything worse than bronze eyeliner running down your face at the gym it’s metallic aquamarine eyeliner running down your face at the gym. Frivolous? Maybe. I lose sleep over throwing away half a bag of spinach. But one of things I appreciate most about makeup is that the occasional wastefulness—if that’s what this was—won’t keep me up nights, break the bank, or otherwise cause me to have a panic attack every time I have to see it, like a certain pair of lavender Pierre Hardy heels I once knew or the jar of bee pollen that remained totally unopened in my cabinet from the time it arrived not long after I’d read about it on Goop until way past its expiration a few years later.
And, well, maybe it will be great. Will report back once I wear it out of the house. —Alyssa